Opportunism and Ambition hiding behind the Façade of Democracy

Here is a little piece – of unknown provenance – to make you laugh about a “no-laughing matter”. We have been led up a dead-end garden path by a small bunch of people who couldn’t care less about the future of Britain but are driven solely by their ambition to be – or stay on as – Prime Minister.

They claim that they are champions of sovereignty and democracy but twice they have gone to the courts to challenge Britain’s sovereign institution that resides in the palace of Westminster, not in 10 Downing Street.

In seeking to invoke Article 50, they are selling off the future of the young people of Britain, for their own aggrandisement.

If you like it – as we do – please share it with your friends. Don’t sit on the wall!

Here is the article. We have verified all the quotations and they are all TRUE!

Irreverent Brexit Fantasies

Disclaimer

We learnt a couple of days ago that Boris Johnson is an advocate of “online disinhibition”, and uses this as an excuse for making remarks that cause offence to others, including French President Hollande. We feel that his excuse, reinforced by Michael Gove’s claim that “People “offended” by the Foreign Secretary’s comments today are humourless”, entitles us to fantasise a little bit about the Brexit process, hopefully without upsetting anyone.

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Let us introduce you to a few fictional boys and girls. When speeches or writings are quoted in their name, however, these are things that have actually been said or written by someone whom you may think bears some resemblance to them.

When you read further, you will get to know Danny Macaroon who enjoyed living with his family and a cat in 10 Upping Street. His house-keeper was a certain Mrs Junehem who was occasionally at odds with her boss for not keeping the doors shut to outsiders when they wanted to come and stay. When we first meet an old school-friend of Macaroon, generally known as Borage, he is riding a bicycle with great bravado around his city – with little respect for the Highway Code -singing patriotic songs at the top of his voice. Other people will appear from time to time as the story unfolds, but their role is essentially peripheral, at least at first sight.

This will be a story of imaginary people who you might feel seem to be driven more by personal ambition and opportunism than by principles (if they have any) – people who are seemingly quite happy to brazenly contradict themselves every year or two or to stab each other in the back when they see that this could lead to their own aggrandisement. They are experts in claiming to be acting democratically in the interests of the British people. They like to think that they have a right to shape Britain’s future because a massive 37% of voters in an advisory poll said that they would like to turn their backs on their neighbours. They talk of regaining sovereignty but challenge the highest judges in the land – and beyond – and do everything they can to stop the guardians of British democracy – the members of parliament – from seeing their plans, let alone questioning them or suggesting betters ways of doing things.

The story is not yet complete but it seems bound to end in tears – at least for the British people that our friends say they legitimately represent but amongst whom there are now many who see that they have been conned into signing up to a high-risk venture into the unknown that seems likely to make them worse off, more unfriendly to each other and less influential in the world. They just need to count the maltesers in the packet to see that they are losing buying power.

The views of young people, who said that they like to live in peace with their neighbours but are also those that will have to make things work, have been totally disregarded. And our friends are equally dismissive of Scots, Ulstermen and women and Londoners.

Let’s begin with Danny. His wish is to prolong his stay in Upping Street but he knows that he can only do this if he has the support of all his friends. Some of them have been rather difficult recently because they don’t like his idea of remaining on good terms with his 27 near neighbours and may run away to join the Smiling Kipper. Danny decides to bring them into line by putting the question of how to connect with the neighbours to everyone he can possibly ask, confident that they will decide to let him stay on in Upping Street.

He is encouraged by Mrs Junehem’s supportive stance when in April 2016 she said “We export more to Ireland than we do to China, almost twice as much to Belgium as we do to India and nearly three times as much as we do to Brazil. It is not realistic to think that we could just replace European trade with these new markets.”

“In a stand-off between Britain and the European Union, 44 per cent of our exports is more important to us that eight per cent of the EU’s exports is to them.”

“Remaining in the European Union does make us more secure; it does make us more prosperous, and it does make us more influential beyond our shores.”

“I believe that it is clearly in our national interests to remain a member of the European Union”.

About the same time she made her position on the folly of leaving the single market very clear “So, if we do vote to leave the European Union, we risk bringing the development of the single market to a halt, we risk a loss of investors and businesses to remaining EU member states driven by discriminatory EU policies, and we risk going backwards when it comes to international trade.

“But the big question is whether, in the event of Brexit, we would be able to negotiate a new free trade agreement with the EU and on what terms.”

Danny also knows that Borage really likes and respects the neighbours. He recalls that in 2013, when asked whether he would vote to leave or remain in the European Union in the event of a referendum, he had told Sky News that “I’d vote to stay in the single market. I’m in favour of the single market. I want us to trade freely with our European friends and partners.”

If Danny had any doubts about Borage’s commitment to the European Union, these were removed when he read what Borage had written in 2014 about a previous occupant of the Upping Street house that they both admired. “When Churchill looked at what was unfolding in Europe in the 1950s, he didn’t have any particular feeling of rancour, or regret, or exclusion. On the contrary, he looked at the developing plans for a common market with a paternal pride. It was his idea to bring these countries together, to bind them so indissolubly that they would never go to war again—and who can deny, today, that this idea has been a spectacular success?”

So it must have been a hell of a shock to Danny to have a call from Borage – at the very last minute – to say that he had changed his mind about the neighbours and wanted to leave them to stew in their own juice. Could this volte face perhaps have been based on the thought that it might offer a chance of throwing Danny out of the Upping Street house and taking up residence there? He’d be able to park his bike in the garden shed and travel round London in a chauffeur-driven limousine.

Borage was a great orator and, with the help of his friend Mickey the Guv and the Smiling Kipper, he persuaded lots of people that all the problems that they faced were caused by their neighbours rather than by themselves and their own masters. He explained to them that Danny had tried to reason with the neighbours but had come back home empty-handed. And instead of hurtling through the streets of London on his bike, he made a point of speaking beside a large red bus which told his TV audiences that “We send the EU £350 million a week, let’s fund our NHS instead”. Having waited till the vote was over, his good friend, Smithy (who, to be fair, had always been anti-EU) who also liked being photographed beside the red bus, claimed “I never said that during the election (sic)” and described the figure as an “extrapolation”. Perhaps it was a case of “bus-line disinhibition”.

Danny, aided by his figure-happy accountant, had also cooked up some fearsome figures to show how much it would cost each of us if we parted company from our neighbours.

Most people were totally confused by claims and counter-claims being made by the old school friends, and many, quite sensibly, opted out from expressing an opinion one way or the other.

Much to their surprise, Danny and Borage woke up one morning to find that Danny’s friends had let him down. Danny quickly phoned the movers, while Borage wondered what on earth he should do. He had never expected people to take him seriously and it was only now that he realised that he hadn’t a clue as to how to turn his promises into actions. He could not, of course, admit either that he had led them up the garden path or that 63% of voters had not said that they wanted to turn their back on the neighbours.

Borage also carefully avoided publicly thanking the Smiling Kipper for his help in stirring up bad feelings against the neighbours, especially those who had come to help us pick vegetable or drive taxis. Many of them, sadly, now live in fear.

Within three days of the Referendum verdict, while he was hoping to be given the keys to the Upping Street house, Borage wrote reassuringly in a newspaper that: “British people will still be able to live; to go and work in the EU; to travel; to study; to buy homes and to settle down. As the German equivalent of the CBI – the BDI – has very sensibly reminded us, there will continue to be free trade, and access to the single market. Britain is and always will be a great European power, offering top-table opinions and giving leadership on everything from foreign policy to defence to counter-terrorism and intelligence-sharing – all the things we need to do together to make our world safer.

The only change – and it will not come in any great rush – is that the UK will extricate itself from the EU’s extraordinary and opaque system of legislation:the vast and growing corpus of law enacted by a European Court of Justicefrom which there can be no appeal”.

When everything seemed more or less sewn up, his good friend and companion-in-arms, Mickey the Guv, suddenly announced to the general public that his wife had told him that she wanted the family to take up residence in the Upping Street house, and so he must go for it. Lots of people said that Mickey had stabbed Borage in the back, probably with pre-meditation…..

The outcome was that Mrs Junehem moved into the empty house. As soon as she arrived there, she began chanting “Brexit means Brexit” which kept most people happy because, until then, no one else had managed to tell them the real meaning of Brexit. When they eventually realised that they were still none the wiser, this gave way to speculation about what the Brexit animal really looked like: was it hard, soft and cuddly, clean or dirty? Eventually Mrs Junehem told people not to use adjectives like these because they were divisive and Brexit was a “bespoke” animal.

Mrs Junehem knew how much Borage liked to travel and so she promised him, as a consolation prize, an upgrade from his bicycle and the red bus. She gave him an unlimited supply of round-the-world first class air tickets on condition that he sold the idea of “Global Britain” to all and sundry and told the people back home that he had found lots of good customers. He, in turn, promised her not to tell British farmers that a free trade agreement with New Zealand would sink local milk producers. It might also have occurred to her that, as long as he was suffering from constant jet-lag, perhaps he wouldn’t be able to do a Mickey on her. And if Borage spoke his mind about anything, the squad in Upping Street was told to say that he was being his usual self and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

Eventually Mrs Junehem suffered from a convenient fit of amnesia and announced that, contrary what she had said 9 months earlier and to Borage’s disinhibitions about champagne and prosecco, Brexit meant moving out of the EU single market. It had eventually dawned on her that the only way in which she could stop the bee in her bonnet about the European Court of Justice from continuing to buzz was to quietly forget her declared belief in the single market.

Lots of people who have been making things to sell to their neighbours, across the Channel find it very difficult to understand how Borage and Mrs Junehem proclaim themselves as champions of free trade and then decide to stop free trading with their next-door neighbours. They can’t see that there are any big advantages in tearing up the present free trade deal and then spending years trying to negotiate an essentially similar free trade deal which is not likely to be such a good one. It’s a bit like throwing the baby out with the bathwater and then immediately trying to resuscitate it, knowing that it won’t be able to return to its former beauty. Put like this, it looks like a crazy plan, but perhaps we have the wrong end of the stick.

Hopefully, the fact that lots of people are beginning feel that she has overstepped her mark will awaken the bunch of people who inhabit the Palace of Eastminster from their long snooze. It is high time that they stop playing party games and stand up for true justice and democracy. After all, most of them are on the Palace because people believed them whenthey said that they wanted to stay on good terms with their 27 neighbours. They should also recognise that, in the referendum, 63% of eligible voters signalled that they had no disagreement with the neighbours.

The logical conclusion to be drawn from Mrs Junehem’s recent observation that “No deal for Britain is better than a bad deal for Britain” is that it would be folly to invoke Article 50 which allows no turning back. If MPs were to give her permission to do so, they would be giving her a license for more reckless driving down an unknown road.

Now she’s rushing off to Washington to get some wall-building lessons from the new boss who was presumably persuaded to talk to her, not by her Foreign Secretary but by the Smiling Kipper or Mickey the Guv. She says that she is going to tell him (presumably with great conviction, given her experience in trying to do just the opposite) “not to undermine European unity”! He will tell her that he loves the idea of having a special relationship with her.

If Borage picks up any vibes on his rare stop-overs in Britain, he will see that Mrs Junehem is making a fool of herself and endangering the prosperity and happiness of her people. It would not be surprising if sometime soon he was to promise them a better future within the Single Market and ask her to hand over the Upping Street keys. After all, his mentor, Winston Churchill, often changed sides and benefitted from doing so.

The Smiling Kipper will have the last laugh. They all owe him a favour.